Title: French Lessons
Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Word Count:
Spoilers: Valentine's Day III
Summary: Sue asks Axl to teach her the art of French kissing. Axl gladly gives her a hands on approach.
AN: Set after the infamous Frankie explanation of what French kissing is.
AN2: Set in Sue's POV.
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
Chapter One
I hovered at the open door of my brothers' room nervously, biting my lower lip hesitantly. I was about to ask my older brother Axl, for assistance in a situation that he had the know-how: kissing. French kissing, to be precise.
"Just come in and ask the question, Dork." Axl said irritably, looking up from retuning his guitar, possibly annoyed by my hovering.
I knew that other than Axl, the house was empty. My younger brother Brick was at the library with Mom, and Dad was stuck working overtime at work so I was glad they were out of the house, and that I wouldn't be risked being overheard.
I entered the room and started to pace in front of an annoyed Axl, until I blurted out "Can you teach me French kissing?"
"What?" Axl asked confusedly.
Sighing, I explained "Okay, here's the thing: Matt constantly puts his tongue in my mouth and I complained to Mom and she explained it was French kissing."
Axl said laughing "Sue, you left out what you actually thought French kissing was – kissing during a rainbow!" he snorted.
"You were eavesdropping? You -" I stopped, then shook my head and continued "I've tried encouraging him to kiss American, or subtly asking him to go and get fro-yo with me instead or trying to avoid the kissing-"
Axl put up a hand halting my ranting "Sue. Point?" he asked archly.
"Uhh - right. I need you to teach me how to French kiss. Properly." I announced.
For a second he stared, then burst into laughter, thinking I was joking, but he caught my annoyed look.
"Wait. You're serious?" he blurted out. He moved his guitar off his lap to sit up properly.
Off my nod, he said "No. No way."
"What? Why? You're like the perfect person to teach me. I mean… you are experienced with girls, so I'm sure you've done French kissing with them." I said in a matter of fact tone.
Axl leaned forwards and said flatly "Sue, it's wrong. We're siblings and what would Reverend Tim-Tom say?" he added the latter pointedly, trying to use my religious hero to try and drive his point home.
I sighed in frustration "Look, it's just one time and we don't have to talk about it ever."
Axl looked at me, knowing I had a desperate, pleading and searching look upon my face.
He sighed defeated. I began to smile, but before I would thank him, he began "Fine. But-" he put a finger up, then counted as he sounded out his rules "The first rule if we do this is: you do not talk about the lessons. I mean ever. Second rule: The lessons will go on as long as they need to, whether if it is just one lesson or more. Third rule: when either one of us says stop, the lessons are over. Finite. No more." His three fingers opened to his open hand in a disappearing motion.
I nodded understandingly.
"Sue? Say it." Axl said warningly to me.
"Fiiine. Yes, I accept these rules. Now just get on with it!" I said annoyed.
He smirked then wriggled his finger in a 'come here' motion at me to get me to come closer and I nervously walked towards him. Once I was in arm reach, he reached out and grabbed and pulled me to him.
With a gasp of surprise, I fell in between the space of his spread legs.
I nervously licked my lips.
"Okay, what do I do?" I asked nervously.
Axl smirked at me, and said confidently "Just do what I do."
Tilting his head slightly, he pressed his lips to mine and as I gasped at the sensation of how soft, smooth, and slightly-moist the kiss was, then I shut my eyes revelling in the kiss and began to kiss back. Encouraged by my reaction, Axl then slightly parted his lips and subtly stuck an inch or two of his tongue into my mouth, then circled the tip of his tongue around my tip of tongue, and then gently flicked against it. I then slowly and hesitantly copied Axl's motions.
When breathing was essential, we broke apart. Once we came back to ourselves, we became too embarrassed to face each other. We sat in an awkward silence, our eyes in different directions; mine staring at the messy floor, Axl's stare at the collapsing basketball hoop next to his wardrobe door.
Axl then cleared his throat and then spoke, breaking the awkward silence in between us "That's what a French kiss is supposed to be like. Hope that helps."
"Right. Um - Thanks." I said, clearing my throat, knowing I was blushing.
I got off his bed and backed off, only to bang sideways into Axl's tallboy. I blushed a deeper red; I spun and walked out the room, shutting the door as I went.
Before the door closed completely, I heard an aggressive, angry tone come from his guitar.